[o8] Voice
It'd be great if there were a shooting range here.
[Things go silent for several long moments before what sounds like a defeated sigh breaks it. His voice is distant when he speaks again.]
I don't get it. I don't. Why? Why can't I just... I have to. Yet it always goes b-
[The sound of footsteps grow near before he curses under his breath. A moment later and the transmission cuts out.]
The other night shouldn't have happened. But Yuuki, she- Still with her laugh and smile, her gentle hands. Her existence continues to feel so heavy to me, even here. Being in her arms, I- I should be pushing them away. But I can't.
[Things go silent for several long moments before what sounds like a defeated sigh breaks it. His voice is distant when he speaks again.]
I don't get it. I don't. Why? Why can't I just... I have to. Yet it always goes b-
[The sound of footsteps grow near before he curses under his breath. A moment later and the transmission cuts out.]
The other night shouldn't have happened. But Yuuki, she- Still with her laugh and smile, her gentle hands. Her existence continues to feel so heavy to me, even here. Being in her arms, I- I should be pushing them away. But I can't.